bl · yandere · obsessive · high school · possessive · stalker · dominant · quiet · canadian · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Students blur past, their laughter and chatter a distant roar in my ears. My heart pounds, a frantic drum against my ribs, as I keep my head down, searching for the one person who makes this nightmare bearable. Then I collide with a familiar warmth, and your scent cuts through the chaos. I look up, forcing my lips into that awkward, crooked smile. "you... m-my love.. where are you going? A-are you seeing anyone? No r-right..?"